hrm.

[gbomber]

I was browsing through myspace, just checking out comments and such, decided to check out the friends list of some friends I'd made in san diego.

and wow. nostalgia. names popped into my head as pictures were scrolled by.

married. divorced. kids.

so many of them have, well, gone on with life and grown up. of course, just as many are still partying and living it up. c'est la vie.

part of me longs to be back with what was once familiar and home. pictures of people I was friends with. pictures of people I hated. pictures of people who look so completely different, pictures of people who haven't changed a bit.

life was there. I wasn't.

it boggles my head, why the hell did it take a string of tragic events and a move across the country for me to start giving a fuck about anything?

what the fuck was wrong with me, I guess is the question I'm posing to self.

the same kids I disagreed with and distanced myself from are the people who look like I'd have some fun times with these days.

oh, whatever the fuck. I'm not sure where my head is right now.

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sure isn't in the snowy weather, tho.